His hubris in allowing her an unsupervised visit with Moriarty had set off a chain of events that had killed some innocent people, and left all of them irrevocably changed. It's a good thing, though, the confirmation that Mycroft can't fool him in matters of emotion and that he would choose to take his own life over either John's or Mycroft's. Of course he would. He's always been willing to sacrifice himself for the people he cares about.
All of this is a lot to take in, though, and that's an understatement.
A sister, a murderer, a traumatised woman. Eurus Holmes and Victor Trevor, two people he still doesn't remember properly. The only sound that Mycroft will hear is the shuddering exhale of a breath that seems near tears, before Sherlock hangs up on him. He doesn't want to talk to his brother any further right now.]
[It's too late. He hung up. Mycroft sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose, slouching, as if all that was holding him up had been cut.]
I'm sorry.
[Everything. Everything he has worked his whole life for, to protect, to shield Sherlock from the worst parts of his life...to shield the world from their sister and vice versa...all the lies--
Then he's very limited. Mother was right.
He knew all of this was his fault.
And now he was here in this place...well. Fitting, he supposed. If anyone deserved it, it was him. He'd failed everyone he ever cared about. Sentiment did him in again.]
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CW: Suicide
His hubris in allowing her an unsupervised visit with Moriarty had set off a chain of events that had killed some innocent people, and left all of them irrevocably changed. It's a good thing, though, the confirmation that Mycroft can't fool him in matters of emotion and that he would choose to take his own life over either John's or Mycroft's. Of course he would. He's always been willing to sacrifice himself for the people he cares about.
All of this is a lot to take in, though, and that's an understatement.
A sister, a murderer, a traumatised woman. Eurus Holmes and Victor Trevor, two people he still doesn't remember properly. The only sound that Mycroft will hear is the shuddering exhale of a breath that seems near tears, before Sherlock hangs up on him. He doesn't want to talk to his brother any further right now.]
CW: Suicide
[It's too late. He hung up. Mycroft sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose, slouching, as if all that was holding him up had been cut.]
I'm sorry.
[Everything. Everything he has worked his whole life for, to protect, to shield Sherlock from the worst parts of his life...to shield the world from their sister and vice versa...all the lies--
Then he's very limited. Mother was right.
He knew all of this was his fault.
And now he was here in this place...well. Fitting, he supposed. If anyone deserved it, it was him. He'd failed everyone he ever cared about. Sentiment did him in again.]